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The One With the Firefighter

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For whatever reason, I seem to get a lot of “Tinder Virgins”. Yes, I did just make this term up. It means, I’m the first girl that a guy meets off Tinder. I’m not sure how I get this lucky, but I get a lot of first timers. I’m glad I can set the bar high for them. HA! Because they are in for a rude awakening on their next tinder date(s) because I am the closest thing to normal they are going to find.

Anyways, the Firefighter. I met him on a Wednesday night at a bar for a drink between our houses. He lives about an hour from my place. It was the week of Halloween and everyone’s schedules were packed. But we agreed on just a quick meeting.  When I saw him the first thing I noticed was that he was quite handsome. I was addicted to his smile. You know, those people who have a smile that makes you smile? That was him. We hit it off pretty well. We talked about life and dating. You know, the basics. When we left, he walked me out to my car and opened my door for me. He didn’t even try to kiss me goodbye. He just gave me a hug and said that he would love to take me out to dinner next week.

We needed up not going to dinner later in the week. Instead, I saw him the next day! He was going to a country bar with his best friend and best friend’s gf to dance. He invited me along to join them. I met them at the bar and we had the best night. I got along great with the other girl and she kept telling me how much she liked seeing me with him. We stayed out until 2am. It was cold out that night as it was late October. When it was time to leave, the firefighter offered to drop me off at my car so the four of us could leave the bar together. He pulled up next to my car and we both got out of his truck to say goodbye. But before he opened my car door, he pinned me against it car and kissed me. Like REALLY kissed me. **Swoon** This man, I was addicted.

The following day, Friday, he invited me up to his place for a Halloween party. That means that I would be seeing him three days in a row. What?! That never happens. I agreed but told him that I had a wedding the following day so I would have to drive home early the next morning. I drove up to his place that night for his party. Let me tell you, it was SO much fun. His friends were awesome. They all loved me, I loved them and it was great. He was kind, attentive, and still gave me attention even around all of his friends.

The next morning rolled around and I got up early so I could drive an hour home, shower, drive and hour or two into the mountains the other direction to make it to one of my close friends’ wedding. I leaned in to kiss him goodbye, and my stomach sank. For whatever reason I knew that this was the last time that I was going to see him. Not because I wouldn’t put in the effort, just because my gut never lies.

I went to the wedding and had a great time with my friends celebrating a beauitful couple. And you know what?! I was right. I never heard from him that day or any day after. I reached out to him a few times the in following week, and no response. Am I surprised? No, because this seems to be a common occurrence. Was I sad? Of course! It sucks meeting someone you think you click with and then you never hear from them again. Can’t dwell on it though.

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The One Who Ghosted Me Pt.2

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Fast forward to April (on month after I FB stalked him and found out he had a gf). I haven’t heard from or reached out to him in over 3-4 months. It was a Saturday night and I found myself watching ‘The Good Dinosaur’ alone on my couch, balling my eyes out. Why is it that when women get sad, we always seem to revert back to our past relationships? Why do we think things would be different a second time around? Why was I thinking of him?

I was lonely. I’ll admit it. I grabbed my phone and found his name. I think I wanted closure more than anything. I wanted to know the reason as to why he treated me that way and why he walked away when I thought things were going so well. I texted him. Something simple. “Why did you walk away from me?” Was it something I did?
Something I said?

Remember, I had figured out he was dating another woman at the same time he was with me, and I had some words about it. He responded, “Saw your blog” (see pt. 1 for more details). I DIED LAUGHING. That was the point. You were supposed to see it and realize that you were being a freaking moron and that women eventually find out EVERYTHING. He told me that he realized she wasn’t the one for him and that he missed me. He broke up with her a month or so ago. But He hadn’t reached out to me because he wanted some time to pass. He said he had made a mistake, and wanted to see me again. I kid you not, it was as if he was literally begging to be with me, and I wasn’t having it. If he really meant it, he was going to have to work for it. He told me that the reason he walked away (aka ghosted me) was because I didn’t want a relationship. The first time we had met, we both talked about how we wanted to take things slow not have to worry about labeling our relationship. I was totally ok with that and he was too. How can he hold that against me? Maybe he should have brought it up?

I agreed to meet him to go dancing that week. Basically, I wanted to see if I still had feelings for him. We had a great night. It was as if no time had passed. We just understood each other and had the same sense of humor. Something about him just made me giddy.

We continued see each other. Dinner dates, dancing dates, random errand dates on the weekends… It felt good. I was still uneasy though. There was just something about I that I didn’t trust. That should have been my red flag. We made plans to go to this opening of a new bar to dance. We made these plans maybe 1-2 weeks in advance. But, what do you know… he stopped talking to me again. GHOSTED. REALLY?! I had a random family trip come up the same weekend we were supposed to go to this opening. But given that I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, I decided to go on the trip. I did hear from him that Frida, the day before the opening, when I was out of town. He told me that he was sorry but he got scared after seeing me and he didn’t know what to do. So clearly, the best option was for him to ignore me again. I’m not falling for this again.

People never change… I wasn’t going to put up with these games. I was done. Fun fact: He did start dating a new girl shortly after our last conversation, and he ended up marrying her 6 short months later. We will see how that goes.

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The One Who Ghosted Me

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Back in the beginning of November I had met a tall, ginger, country boy who knew how to swing dance. We met off Tinder (yeah I know, bad choice). I broke my “first date” rules with him when we first met. I went out to dinner with him AND dancing. Huge time commitment. I never do that for fear of being stuck in a situation I can’t get out of. Don’t know what I was thinking. However, to my surprise, dinner was great and dancing was amazing. He was (and still is) quite talented at dancing. We talked about everything the first night. Dating, relationships, life, good, bad– all of it. It was refreshing to have such an honest conversation with someone about life. I literally spent 6 hours with him on our first date.

I was oddly attracted to him. I found myself missing him. He was my go-to person. We both work in the same industry so it was easy for him to vent to me about his frustrations at work and vise versa. I would call him on my drive home from work just to talk to him and hear about his day. I was seeing this guy 2-3 times a week. We would make dinner at my house, watch football, and even run errands together just so we could hang out. He said all the right things. I really liked him. He really liked me. We would banter, and laugh and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with each other– or so I thought.

We were seeing each other for about 6-7 weeks before he fell off the face of the earth. He straight up ghosted me. Radio silence.

I was leaving the state for Christmas to go visit my sister. I saw him the Sunday before I left town. He came over to spend the night which was normal for us. And then after that, nothing. I was trying to text him over Christmas and hear about his family festivities, but he never got back to me. I finally called him out after a week of him ignoring me. He had preached how he was a “good man”, valued open communication and that he would never treat a woman poorly, blah, blah, blah… and now he just kicks me to the curb out of no where?!

Finally he responded. He told me that he had gotten a promotion at work and that he was then able to afford to move to a new place closer to his office. He said he had been extremely busy with work and that he just didn’t have time for a social life. He also told me that he decided he needs to focus on himself for a little bit and his career since he had just gotten out of a serious relationship in September. Previously, we had talked how we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend because we were both just figuring things out and we enjoyed talking it slow. And I was totally fine with that! I didn’t need a title in order to have feelings for the guy and dedicate time to him. However, I feel like there were too many side conversations that made this all a little fishy to me. Everyone gets busy with life, but when you’re into someone/seeing someone, you MAKE time for them. That’s how it works.

Then I really started thinking about it… I was seeing him 2-3 times a WEEK. For at least 6 weeks. And then nothing!? No way. And who can pack all there shit and move somewhere in 2 weeks? Especially in our current housing market. There had to be someone else. Got back with his ex maybe? I don’t know. But something was definitely not right. Around the same time as his ghost stunt, I had come across a video on FB that made me think of him. I went to tag him in the comments… and what do you know, we are no longer FB friends. He totally got with another girl. Men don’t defriend people unless they are trying to hide that person from someone. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!!

Another month passes and I’m still hung up on what happened with him. Remember, I really liked him and he said he liked me too. I texted him again just asking him to be honest. I needed closure. He admitted that he had met someone and that he was trying to do everything he could to make it work with this girl. I kind of laughed and said something along the lines of, “Oh, well I’m sorry she won’t let us be friends. That’s a shame”. He fired back with something along the lines of, “I can do whatever I want. I choose to not be friends with other girls”. Whatever. I’m not going to argue with him. At this point I’m just extremely pissed he lied to me in the first place after being “such a good man” and making up a story about why he just randomly stopped talking to me.

Another month passes (it’s now March). I have acquired enough mutual friends with him that he pops back up on my FB in “People You May Know”. So what do I do, I click it to see who this girl is. Come to find out, he has “Been in a Relationship” since December 27th. OH COME ON! So, basically, he must of been dating us at the same time after claiming that he was only seeing me. Because, it was one week from the last time he was spending the night with me to the time that he was in a relationship with this girl. I can do math bro. That just makes me SO ANGRY. He played me good. Best part, he was probably playing her as well… and she doesn’t know it.

I know the day will come when I run into him out dancing. I have no idea what I will say to him. Previously I thought about calling him out in front of the girl (who (at the time) I knew he was lying about), but now that I know there is an ACTUAL girl… maybe I would take the high road? Kill him with kindness? I mean, I am happy he’s happy? We weren’t “official”… But, still. I don’t know. I know that day will come. And I’m curious to see what my mood will be like that day. Hopefully I can hold my tongue. Best part, he knows I write. Maybe someday he will get bored and find this post about him.

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The One Who Stood Me Up

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It was mid week and I was heading downtown to meet someone for a drink after work. I knew traffic was going to be rough so I left my house a little early because I hate being late to dates. I got downtown and texted the man I was supposed to meet. He told me he was stuck on the highway but would be there ASAP. He told me just to go into the bar and find a seat and he would be there shortly.

I walked into the bar and sat with the bartender. I told the bartender that I was meeting someone from Tinder and I needed him to save me if it looked like I was hating my life. He agreed to be my savior if needed. I ordered a beer, made small talk with the bartender and I waited.

About 10 minutes went by and I got a text from the guy I was supposed to be meeting. He told me that he was just getting off the highway and that he was starving. He told me to order some appetizers for us and he would be right there. I found this kind of fishy. I know how long it takes for someone to get from Point A to Point B in this city… and this guy was taking entirely too long. But you know what, I was hungry, and drinking, so I ordered some food.

Another 15 minutes went by and I knew that I had been stood up. I kept wondering if that maybe this guy had walked in an saw me and then left? But I’m going to guess that he never even planned on coming to meet me. Lucky for me, my bartender already knew why I was there an proceeded to give me shots to ease the pain. I couldn’t help but laugh. This was the first time I had ever been stood up.

There was another guy who was sitting up at the bar who was my age. I invited him to come sit by me and help me eat these nachos I had ordered given there was no way I was going to be able to eat all of them. I told him what had happened, and he proceeded to buy me a drink. Well, for being stood up I was not complaining about free drinks! Best part is that the guy who was helping me eat my appetizer took a liking to me and asked if he could take me out!

I don’t understand how any human being thinks it’s ok to stand someone up like that. Who does that!? If you didn’t want to meet me, then grow some and tell me that. Or here’s another idea, don’t set up a date with me? Or! You could also just say that something came up and you can’t make it; then proceed to give me the silent treatment like every other man who becomes uninterested. I just wasted my time getting ready to meet you, drove 30 minutes downtown in traffic, and then sat there drinking alone. Best part, this guy actually CALLED ME when I was driving home from the bar hours later. I’m pretty sure he just butt dialed me, or he called to see if I was going to answer and just start yelling. What a tool.

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The One With The Dud And The Hot Shot

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This one may get a little confusing, but I’m going to do my best to keep things clear for you. Let’s start from the beginning.

My friends and I were all out on a Sunday for NFL football. It was the AFC and NFC championship weekend. We all got pretty tanked at the first bar watching the AFC championship as the Broncos defeated the Patriots. We moved onto a second bar for the NFC championship and thats where I met the Hot Shot. He was actually our server at the second bar. He works there over the winter and is a Hot Shot Firefighter over the summer. Given we were all pretty drunk, all I could really remember was that he was short and cute. But I didn’t care how short he was, he had a great smile.

You see, the bar the Hot Shot works at is close to my work. I tend to go there a lot after work with my co workers or to meet up with random guys that I’m meeting for the first time. I went over to the bar with a co worker the following week. He came up and talked to me. He remembered me and my friends from last sunday. I made a $20 bet with him on who was going to win the SuperBowl.

SuperBowl week rolls around and I am going to meet a random guy at the bar that the Hot Shot works at. The guy I met up with was a Dud. He couldn’t hold a conversation. Not to mention during our texting conversations prior to us meeting, he was very risqué. It was quite annoying and a huge red flag. But regardless, I decided to give him a chance because why not!? He was attractive, ginger and a country boy. We all know how much I love Gingers. We sat down and ordered a beer. And what do you know– Hot Shot happens to spot me and gives me a little wave that only I can see. My attention was now on the Hot Shot and not the Dud I was sitting with.

The Hot Shot came up to talk to me and the Dud while we were having a beer. He was telling us about the deals they had going on for the SuperBowl that weekend. The Hot Shot also explained to the Dud that we had a bet going on for who was going to win. I asked the Hot Shot when he was working again so I could collect my money. He told me he was working Monday after the SuperBowl. During this whole conversation, all I was thinking was that I am totally getting the Hot Shot’s number before I leave. He is just so handsome. I had a plan.

After the Dud and I finished our beer, I walked out to the parking lot with him and we said goodbye. Thank God he didn’t try to kiss me because that would of made things worse. I wasn’t into him at all. I got into my car and watched him walk to his truck and drive away. Once the Dud was out of sight, I got back out of my car and walked back into the bar to see the Hot Shot.

I sat down at one of his tables waiting for him to walk out of the kitchen. When he came around the corner he smiled and walked right up to me. He started by saying that he had lied to me because he doesn’t work the day after the SuperBowl. I responded with, “I have a question for you”. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so nervous? I asked if he was single. He responded yes. I then said, “Great, because I find you wildly attractive and I would love to get to know you”. A huge smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone to get my number. I put my number into his phone and he said that he would text me later. He gave me a hug goodbye, told me that I made his whole night and I left. Best part about this whole thing– when I left, I still didn’t even know his name.

Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.

TO BE CONTINUED.

The One With The Blonde Hair, Blue Eyed Marine Pt. 2

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Saturday night was our third date. I decided to get all cute. I’m talking dress, heels, lipstick… the works. I showed up to his place for dinner about 6:30. We were going to this nice sushi place downtown. I walked in and his eyes lit up. He grabbed my hand and spun me around in a circle and told me how beautiful I was. COME ON! No one does that! Pinch me. This man made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

When we sat down to dinner we happened to get a table right next to some people that he knew. I feel this guy just knew everyone. He was a gentleman and introduced me to anyone we came across that knew him. We had a great dinner full of constant conversation and laughs. And not to mention the most amazing sushi. After dinner we decided to run by the liquor store to get stuff to make margaritas. He claimed that he could make the best margarita. I feel like all men say they are “the best” at something. Right? While we were at the liquor store he was just talking me up to the cashier. I found it quite hilarious and adorable at the same time. He had no problem showing me off.

Anyways, we went back to his house and turned on some music while he made us drinks. This old school (and by old school I mean 2000s) hip hop song came on: R.Kelly – Ignition — we both bust out singing the moment we heard it. He grabbed me, spun me around and started dancing with me in the kitchen. It was seriously probably one of the best nights. We had so many laughs together and were all smiles.

The next morning he sat me down in this giant bean bag chair in the living room and told me that I had to watch this show called Sherlock. He made me coffee and breakfast while we watched this show together. I was impressed. No man has ever done this for me. After breakfast he looked at me and said, “Do you want to make this a regular thing? You and me?” Obviously I was jumping for joy inside because no one has ever made me feel this special and cherished. That being said, we set  another date for Tuesday to go to this orchestra/singer event.

Tuesday night rolled around and we went to this event together. There was a cocktail party beforehand. I got to meet all his friends from the gym and work. The girls really liked me. 🙂 That always makes me happy when a man’s girlfriends get along with me. We were all smiles all night. He would let me run off with the girls and then whenever I came back he would hold my hand and give me a kiss. The actual performance was amazing. I can’t recall the name of the woman who sings with this orchestra, but she’s hilarious and is a great entertainer.

We went back to his house after the performance. He started to make us a drink when the curveball came flying. He started out by saying how much he has enjoyed the evening and our time together recently. Then he continued to say that he isn’t looking to date anyone at the moment. HOLD UP. You were the one that asked me if I wanted to make you and I a ‘regular thing’. Not me. I didn’t even mention the word boyfriend or anything like that. This is what I don’t understand. Men LOVE the idea of having a girl to do all these things with, but when it comes down to it, they just want to know at the end of the day that they aren’t tied to one girl. And, to make things worse, he continued to say how amazing I am, beautiful, funny, smart, hard working… blah blah blah BUT he just doesn’t want anything. SHOOT ME.

I said my peace with him and let him know that he completely led me on. He knows he did. Men aren’t oblivious to the fact that they are 100% misleading you. They just don’t care. I left his house and never turned back.

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The One With The Blonde Hair, Blue Eyed Marine Pt. 1

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This past summer I had met the most amazing man. I would have to say that our first date was probably the most perfect first date of my life. However, I did cancel on him the first time we had plans because there was no way that a man like him would like someone like me. Anyways… I should of known better given I had found him on Tinder. But, we will get to that.

I met him on a Wednesday night at 6pm for a drink and appetizers at a bar in a hotel downtown. The was about 5’10, very blonde, the most gorgeous blue eyes, marine, and was a big crossfitter. One good looking man. I remember being nervous as hell walking up to the table because when I saw him I’m pretty sure I started to drool. To my surprise, he stood up said, “Look at you!” and gave me a huge hug.

We sat at the table for an hour or two while having a few appetizers and a drink. We talked about everything. Conversation was very easy with him. Drinks turned into dinner. After dinner, we went out for an after dinner drink down the street. He held my hand as we walked to the tequila bar. I had butterflies. We sat down in one of my favorite tequila bars and had a margarita. We talked about hopes, dreams, marriage, family… everything I was simply taken back by him. Randomly, in the middle of our conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. Pinch me! This dude can’t be real.

When our night was coming to an end he walked me to my car which was a couple blocks away. We stood outside my car kissing for awhile. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him and thanked him for everything that night. He hugged me back but wouldn’t let me go. He whispered in my ear, “This feels right. I could get used to this.” Our chemistry was insane. Honestly I didn’t want to leave him but at that point it was 11pm on a work night and I still had a 30 minute drive home.

To my surprise, he texted me the next morning asking if I had any plans for that evening. He had a softball game with all of his buddies. It was the championship game and he wanted me to come watch them play and then go out with everyone after. I accepted and drove down to watch the game. He introduced me to his best friend’s wife before the game and I spent the majority of the game talking to her. I was trying to figure out who he was, and she was trying to figure out who I was as well. It was nice though to just sit with her and chat while we watched the guys play.

They ended up winning the championship. We all went out for drinks afterwards. This felt good! Things were easy with him. He made me laugh! We made plans to go out on a dinner date Saturday night. A third date! Maybe this one was going to stick around for awhile! Our first date was 5 hours long, he liked me enough that he wanted to see me the following day, he introduced me to his best friend and best friend’s wife… Things were looking good! — I was wrong. I was SO wrong.

…To Be Continued…

The One With The Ginger Beast

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I should of known the first time this guy blew me off that I was making a bad decision. I had been talking to him for a while before we decided to meet up. We had plans on Saturday night to meet up for a drink. The plan was that I would call him when I was heading back home and I could meet him on the way. When that time came, I called and he didn’t answer. I went home and never heard from him. A week passed and I still hadn’t heard from him. Then one day he texts me with this ridiculous story…

Apparently his roommate had needed him that Saturday night. The roomie had decided to go with this chick from Tinder about an hour and a half north to party for the evening. The chick apparently ditched the drunk roomie and that meant Ginger Beast had to go get him. Cool story bro. Tell it again. I’m not sure how that stopped you from texting me and saying that? But, ok.

Anyways, he told me that story, apologized and asked to meet up and just get to know me. For whatever reason I agreed. Actually, I know the reason. He’s a ginger and a beast. When I say beast… I mean tall and very muscular. I agreed to go to his house to just hang out and chat. (I told my roommate where I was going, don’t freak out). I showed up to his house and he was everything I thought he would be. Ginger. Beard. About 6’2. Jacked. Yes please! We chatted the night away and just learned about each other. He kissed me goodbye and I left.

The next day he asked to take me out to dinner. So we went to dinner. Everything was great. I was very attracted to him and we were able to talk about anything. I hung out with him the majority of that night as well. When I was leaving he said he would see me soon. Kissed me goodbye and I left.

I never heard from him again after that night. I texted him and he didn’t respond. Ghosted. I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve hung out with someone 2-3 times and then they just decide not to be a man about it and give me the silent treatment. Here’s the kicker though… about 3 weeks later I hired a trainer and started training at a new gym. GINGER BEAST WORKS OUT AT THE SAME GYM! Come on! He doesn’t even live remotely close to this gym. How is this even possible?!

At first I wasn’t sure if it was him. But after a double take– I knew it. The worst part is he walks around like he has no idea who I am. But actively avoids me in the gym. I find it hilarious and extremely annoying at the same time. Of course I don’t have the lady balls to go up and say anything to him. But what would I even say?

Well, here’s to making Ginger Beast actively take the long way to the water fountain because I’m in his direct path. Challenge accepted.

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The One Who Tried Too Hard

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This one struck a nerve. I had been talking to this guy for a couple of days. He was eager to meet me. He was 30, owned a couple of businesses, and seemed to really have a lot going for him. He enjoyed spending time in the gym and was definitely my type. I had agreed to meet him for wine one evening after work. He told me 7pm and where to meet him.

I usually workout after work. So I got home about 6:15pm, rushed to shower, change, get all cute and drive myself to meet this guy at 7pm. I even managed to shove some food down my throat because we were meeting at this wine and cheese place. I get to where I’m suppose to be right on time. I texted him to let him know that I was there. He responded saying he was going to be 30 mins late. Seriously!? Couldn’t you have told me that earlier so I didn’t rush myself trying to meet you on time?! Wonderful first impression.

Finally he showed up and we walked into this little wine place. Super quant, not really my style, but I’m going with it. We order some wine and this little meat and cheese plate. We are sitting at the table and for whatever reason this guy feels the need to joke or play around about how amazing the water tastes? I didn’t really get it. Just smiled and laughed. We had some good conversation, minus how many times he commented on the water, and were able to laugh together. He asked about what I wanted in life. Ex’s. “My type”. My dreams. He really seemed like he wanted to get to know me.

When we were done with wine he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else to get dinner. I was under the impression we were not doing dinner– so of course I ate before I met up with him (as mentioned earlier). Somehow I got suckered into it and we went to dinner at a tavern down the street.

For whatever reason he decided that he was going to tell our server it was our one year anniversary and started calling me honey and touching my arms a lot. It freaked me out. This guy thought the WEIRDEST things were hilarious. I couldn’t tell if he was extremely nervous and just talking a lot, or if he was actually an odd ball.

The night ended. I agreed to see him again to give him another chance to see if he was nervous or just strange. Overall I had a good night with him. It wasn’t until 2 days later that I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. The two days following our date work was nuts and I was very stressed out. I wasn’t able to text as much as I had earlier; I was distracted and busy. My answers weren’t as long to him and my texting wasn’t lightning speed like usual. I woke up to the following text 2 days after our first date. IMG_7932.PNG

WHOA BRO! Now. Given this was sent at 1:26am on a Thursday and he has absolutely no puncuation … I’m going to assume he was drunk. But, this was sent after one date. ONE! I did absolutely nothing wrong. I just wasn’t texting him 24/7. At least I knew now that he was one NEEDY man and that it would never happen. I didn’t even bother to respond. But naturally I screen shotted it to send it to all my girlfriends.

Guys– let me ask you a question. What does a woman have to do in order for you to tell her to go “f**k herself”. REALLY?! Let me remind you this guy is a 30 year old GROWN ASS MAN. Have a little more class.

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The One With the Collegiate Wrestler

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I was meeting this guy off of Tinder for dinner (remember, I now have established rules). He seemed pretty cute from his pictures and had a good head on his shoulders. Not to mention some muscle. We met at this sports bar in Wash Park on a Thursday night. Cute place, I had never been there before. He was very cute. Kind of short for my liking… but attractive none the less. The one thing I really liked about him was that we talked for an hour before we even ordered dinner. We did the whole 20 questions thing and got pretty deep into some conversations about life. We were able to bond about the small Wyoming town where he is from because I had actually been there. We people watched. Turns out, he even knew the bartender by chance. it was one of his buddies from his Softball League. So, we got free shots too.  It was a great first date.

After dinner he walked me to my car and kissed me goodbye. I’m not going to lie—sparks were flying! He even said he didn’t want to walk away because he wanted to keep kissing me. Once I got in my car I checked my phone. Another guy (who has the same name as Ned Stark’s bastard son, no joke) texted me wanting to meet up. So, I went to meet him after my date (THIS WILL BE THE NEXT STORY). And yes, I did meet two guys in one night.

The next day I heard from the collegiate wrestler again. He was telling me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me and that he wanted to know if I would go out to dinner with him AGAIN tonight. I had another date with a different guy setup… so I told him I wasn’t sure but would get back to him. Long story short, other dude bailed and I saw the wrestler for the second night in a row.

I met him at his place and we drove to The Rio together. Again we sat and talked with our drinks for about an hour before we even looked at the menu. For whatever reason we just clicked. I really enjoyed talking to him. He even liked to hold my hand while we were at the table.

After dinner we went back to his place to meet up with his roommates. They were going downtown with some friends and he wanted me to go along. Why not? Downtown was fun. I was able to hang out with him and get to know his friends. The girls even left the guys for a while to go dance. I joined the girls to show him I was comfortable enough to stand on my own and didn’t need to follow him around in order to have fun with him and his friends. However, it was always nice coming back to him.

This is where it gets interesting… On the way home (we took the light rail) he told me that his mother would really like me. WHAT? Ok… where is this going? I let it slide since he had been drinking and then he just continued right along about how I am the type of girl he wants to be with. Well that was nice to hear.

A couple days later we got together again. This time he came over to my house after work and I made him dinner. Things seemed to be going great! We really enjoyed each other and not to mention I really liked kissing him.

Then – CURVEBALL. He started not texting me in the mornings (first sign) and then he started making excuses when it came to getting together (typical boy move). When a man changes his normal everyday communication with you, something is ALWAYS up. I let it slide for a couple days and then I called him out on it. I have to admit that I was impressed that he was honest with me. He said he wasn’t really looking for anything right now and that he was feeling overwhelmed at work. That’s totally fine, but I didn’t mention ANYTHING about a relationship. I was just enjoying my time with him. And that was the end of that. 2 dates and one homemade dinner later he decided he didn’t want to see me again. That’s alright. His loss.

NEXT!

 

The One with Tinder: Swiping to Your Soulmate

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Tinder. A blessing and a curse. This is an app in which people find other people to talk to, date, sleep with, or other various activities. Sounds easy, right? This app makes you sign in through your Facebook in order to prove you’re “real”. You download the app. Throw some words on there. Pick some pictures you like and start swiping!

How it works: The location services on your phone find people within a certain mile radius of you. Their photos show up on your phone. You like them, you swipe right. You don’t like them you swipe left. The only information you are given is there first name (from Facebook) their age, a few photos, and whatever words they have chosen to write at the bottom of their little “profile”. Once both people “swipe right” to each other, they are able to message each other within the app itself. Simple right? Oh it is. Some people can spend HOURS swiping looking for someone they want to talk to. This app is also SHALLOW. I mean, I’m not going to lie. I pick the good looking dudes. Why? Because they are good looking, duh. I’m not going to swipe right to a guy I don’t find attractive because I’m sure he has a stellar personality.

Some of these profiles are hilarious. You have the classic dude with his shirt off. Dude with a puppy. Dude with a kitten. Dude petting a tiger. Dude showing you a picture of a fish. What is it with men taking pictures holding up fish?! I just don’t get it. Cool fish bro.

Sometimes, guys only put up group pictures. And then ONE picture of themselves at the very end. My girlfriends and I have gotten so good at picking out which guy he actually is. Odds are, he’s the most unattractive one. Why would you put up pictures of you and your friends when you know they are better looking?! You’re bringing it on yourself. Also, if he has all selfies DO NOT swipe right. It is a trap and he is a psychopath.

There will be many other blogs following this one that have to do with men I’ve (and friends) met off tinder. I just felt the need to explain it all to you so you know how shallow both parties are when the story is being told. Maybe not shallow, but forgiving? It’s a gamble. Again, Tinder is a blessing and a curse.

To learn more about how awful some men’s profiles are… Read this article -> Tinder Profile Pics That Need To Stop